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"A gentleman, but not any ordinary gentleman. A wintery gentleman. A very wintery gentleman, how do you do?"
Being a very wintery gentleman, his only moniker is Mr Wintery Gentleman VII.
Few have met him however, so this title is rarely used.
I'm not sure how much longer I can hold on. The cold... it seeps into my very bones, numbness is my body's only companion as I say this, and I feel nothing but the cold embrace of the blizzard. I told them we shouldn't have gone hiking this winter, but they insisted.
What was I meant to do, let them come without me? I should have, really. The chill already took them, even though we bundled together, but the cruel icicles hanging from my nose tell me it didn't work. Now their hands remain in mine, and I can't let go.
Not because of emotional attachments, but because I think my hands are frozen solid under the two apparently ineffective pairs of gloves I brought with me.
I'm so cold I can't even sneeze now.
I'm just going to close my eyes for a bit.. maybe a nap would do me well. I think a good, long nap is in order.. I've earned it, lasting this long. My wife will be fine, and my children are strong, my son already imposed on us that he was the man of the house.. I'm sure he'll live up to that..
And as I close my eyes, I feel the comforting darkness of sleep take me, slowly creeping into my body, like the soft slime in a lava lamp, and my loved ones tell me a nap would be a good idea too..
I'm coming, guys, just hold on for me.
"Hold on, good chap! I shan't let any others perish on my prized, unforgiving estate! Mr Yeti, my good sir, I do request that you fetch this young man's friends and take them back to the building, and see if you can do anything about their unfortunate condition!"
The voice is unfamiliar, but it's annoying me. I just want to sleep, why is this stranger trying to wake me up? I can't even see him, my eyes have frozen over. It's actually really uncomfortable.
"Excuse me! I said hold on. No sleeping. Cease resting and come with me, stranger."
There's the voice again..
I can't even move, why is he asking me to come wit-
Hang on, I suddenly feel like I'm being lifted up, but maybe I'm just dreaming. The unusual noise of silk rubbing against the cheap material of my waterproof coat makes me wonder what's going on, because the last time I heard that noise, I was a child.
My rich uncle had came over for Christmas dinner and hugged me after I had came in from playing in the snow, wearing a very similar coat..
Oh well.. time to sleep again. I feel warmer somehow, however, yet I still can't feel my body..
I can try snoozing anyway. Not even my kids could stop me from taking a nap, so why should this random guy?
"Cold chap, please refrain from sleeping within the arms of a gentleman such as I! It's most uncouth and a display of poor manners!"
What even is he even going on about.. I have no idea nor do I care..
I pass out once again, his refined tone becoming nothing but whispers in the wind, and I succumb to the inky darkness of sleep.
Yet the next time I woke up, I woke up. Somehow.
And I could finally see, but what I saw was unexpected. It was a painted ceiling, with some form of portrait.
I finally edge my way up the pillow with difficulty, I still feel stiff. But at least I can feel my fingers, and the soft satin covers under them were more surprising than the decorative ceiling.
Looking around, I notice formal decoration within the room, and across the sheets appears to be a regal silk overcoat, complete with gold buttons and red satin interior.
Weird, considering how cold it was, maybe this is what I heard?
I take a glance to my left, and notice an ornate bedside table made of what I could only think of as pure mahogany.
A small note lies written on top of it, addressed to a "Sir. Chilly Stranger".
Hmm..
I reach over to it, and slowly pick it up, straining my now-functional eyes to read the ridiculously fancy writing laid on it.
Dear Sir. Chilly Stranger,
I myself found you outside in the cold, and being a gentleman, one could not leave you outside. You currently reside within the East wing of the abode of yours truly. When you regain consciousness, whenever that may be, I politely request that you provide me with your company, within the central lobby, if you would.
Yours most sincerely,
A very wintery gentleman.
Huhhhh.. too formal for my blood.
Oh well. He saved me I suppose, may as well go see who it was.
On the back of a masterfully-designed chair positioned carefully beside the bedside table, some excessively formal clothes that look as if they would cost a lot are laid out, but I feel bad about needing to wear them.
But not having any clothes on for some reason, I feel as though I should put them on.
At first they briefly itch, but I eventually get used to it and they turn out to be fairly comfortable.
My legs wobble under my weight, I can't really remember how to walk, but I do it anyway.
Man am I hungry..
As I reach the door, even the crystalline glass doorknob makes me feel out of place, but with a twist the wonderfully carved door opens without a sound, and I enter the hallway.
Portraits.. portraits everywhere, how did I not expect this.
I stumble down the hallway, the oak floor cold beneath my bare feet.
It reminds me of home, only colder.
I think I'm going the right way, because the room at the end of the corridor is colossal in size, and leaves me fairly breathless. In the middle of the room lies a table that looks as if it was fit for a banquet, with more decorative chairs and a lacy tablecloth that would belong in a palace.
Too.. much.. fanciness.. hnnnnnng.
My thoughts are interrupted by the same voice that tried to stop me having a nap.
"Ahhhh! Frosty gentleman!"
I flinch, caught unawares, and turn to the sound of the voice.
Sitting up in a luxurious, comfy-looking armchair, is a furry man. I don't mean furry as in well-bearded, I mean he was literally covered in a thin layer of blue-white hair. Weird.
"Yes, hello! Please come down the stairs if you will."
Doing as I was asked, I steadily make my way down the rugged stairs, my feet sinking into the luxurious fabric. The rug continues into the room, before ending at the door on the other end, and I'm forced to abandon the streak of pure comfort and approach the blue man, who has already stood up and is offering his hand.
It's covered in fur as well, and each finger ends in a dark, clawed nail, which looks non-threatening, however.
Being a stickler for manners- SINCE WHEN? - I take his hand. It's a firm, manly shake, but it's a welcoming one at that.
"How are you, young chap? One assumes you rested well? There were a few touch-and-go moments, I'm afraid, but you're conscious now, I assume."
He's addressing me like an distant uncle or something.
"I'm uh.. I'm ok, thanks. I feel kind of woozy though, how long was I out?"
He retrieves a small, golden pocketwatch from his waistcoat pocket, and looks at it carefully for a moment or two, before looking back up once again.
"As of this moment, you were unconscious for precisely three hundred and twenty two hours, with the addition of 14 minutes. So one must assume you rested well, otherwise you would have woken up from your slumber, correct?"
322 HOURS?! That's.. that's.. um.. 13 days?
"Woah. That's.. that's quite a while I think," I said. Boy did I sound stupid, but I couldn't think of what else to say.
"It is but a small moment in the course of time. One can be certain it caused you no great harm," was his response, eloquently worded just so that I could feel bad. "Would you care for a fig fruit? They are rather fresh."
Reaching over into a glass fruit bowl, the gentleman holds out a medium-sized purple fruit, and I instinctively take it.
"Thank you," I say, and take a bite out of it. My stomach growls with the ferocity of 20 lions, and I realise I literally haven't eaten in almost two weeks. It must have been loud, too, because even the blue guy jumped a little.
"My my! It appears that either your gut is a beast, or the Yetis have once again fallen out of each other's favour. It's rather difficult to find decent help these days. The food laid out on the table was for you, were you not aware of this?"
He nods to the direction of the banquet table, and as we walk over to it he pulls out a comfortable chair for me, and then takes a seat of his own.
Unexpectedly, there is no prayer for the food, and instead we tuck into our meal. Which spoon is which? Which fork is which? I'm more lost than I was in the snow..
I look up at my host, and decide that the cutlery that he is using would be best to use, to be safe.
The meat was tender, the red wine was divine, and each vegetable was a crisp as the last. The chef must be a master.
Getting comfortable, I move more onto the table, putting an elbow onto the surface-
"Apologies, but could you remove your elbow from the table? It is a poor display of manners and I'd rather not have to clean the surface later."
I was shocked. Not because he said it but because of the speed that he said it at.
"I'm sorry, I didn't realise I was doing it," and once again, I sounded dumb.
I took this time to look him over. Blue, furry skin, as I previously mentioned. But he also had a pair of large curled horns coming from the sides of his head, and a pair of piercing green eyes underneath bushy white eyebrows. Nestling between said horns was a dark top hat with a crimson band running around the base, and it looked really, really fancy.
When he spoke, the fine, bristly moustache surrounding his mouth moved, and it looked refined for a man who lived in the mountains.
"Pardon me, but how is it that you came to be in these mountains? I haven't had a guest in what one could estimate to be a decade."
"I.. uh.. I came here with friends on a skiing trip."
OH GOD. And that's when it hit me.
"Where are my friends?"
"Unfortunately, they passed away, their will didn't appear to be as strong as yours, and thus they were bested by the cold. My sincerest apologies. I did all one could, but I'm afraid it wasn't enough. They are buried within the ice, as is tradition for all who perish in the snow..."
I felt numb, once again. But this time it wasn't because of the temperature.
"I-I had kinda figured.. I think they died before I had that nap," I felt down. I'm glad I had finished my meal, because I don't feel as if I could eat any more.
"Don't feel so down.. excuse me.. I have referred to you as gentleman, prefixed by a random adjective that describes cold up until this point, what is your name?"
"My name is Kane, Kane Renolds.
"Mr Reynolds, I'd ask that you not feel so down, after all, you did survive odds at which no man should have. It truly is a miracle."
The words warmed me slightly, but not by much. My friends were gone.
"And can I ask what your name is?"
"Please refer to me as Sir Wintery Gentleman. Sir Winters for short, if you will. My true name has not been said in so long that one seems to have forgotten it. At least, that is what the others I have saved over the years have called me, and the moniker has become snug."
Suddenly, a loud roar comes from the corridor opposite the one I came in, and I jump. Sir Winters however, doesn't even move. A large, white, and very furry man.. or monkey.. or something, barges out of the entry, and I feel the colour drain for my face.
Was this all a trap so I could be food? What's going to happen to me now?!
I move to get up, but a stern voice tells me to sit back down.
"Relax, Mr Reynolds, he's just a Yeti. They aren't bloodthirsty, malicious creatures like people claim, I hope you're aware. Remember that I mentioned I had Yeti employees earlier in our encounter."
Oh riiiiiight..
"What is it, Mr. Willump? Has Mr. Higgins invaded your personal space once again?"
The Yeti nods.
"Listen, tell him that one will have him removed from this estate if his uncouth actions continue to occur. Understood?"
The Yeti nods again.
"Good. One politely requests that you apologise to the guest that you just frightened, and then excuse yourself from this room."
Again, the Yeti nods, before making his way down the stairs, 3 at a time, and approaches the table sullenly, looking at me, before a deep, quiet voice emerges from him.
"My apologies, sir. My actions were out of order and I was not aware that the master had company, I hope you'll find it in your heart to forgive me."
That was certainly unexpected. I feel deceived by the general populace.
"Don't worry about it, man. No harm done."
And with that, he bows and does indeed excuse himself and exits the way he came, 3 stairs at a time.
After that my host and I talk about our pasts, where we're from, and where we're going, and this goes on for quite some time.
We put down our cutlery, and he looks at me with a sadness only a man who knows loneliness could.
"I have enjoyed your company, I have enjoyed it a lot, but a problem has arisen. You will have been missing from the outside world for what has been almost two whole weeks, now, and that means that people are most likely waiting for you, including your family. And as much as one would like to keep you here, I have no reason to. The blizzard has subsided, fresh clothes have been prepared for you, and you're healthy."
He sighs.
"And that is why I request that you depart. Not for my sake, but for the sake of those close to you. I will miss your company, know this, and I am keeping your old shoes so I can remember you easier, if that is all right with you. Take as long as you like to prepare and relax, after all you're still recovering, but I suggest you leave soon."
Wow... he sounds really down about it. And for some reason I think I'd miss him somehow. He can take my old shoes if that's what he really wants.
"My shoes are yours if you want. It's a shame I've got to go, you've been a refreshing change of company. Mind if I have a shower before I go?"
"Of course not, help yourself. It is within the same corridor that your sleeping quarters resided, please take your time," says the blue gentleman sullenly.
I depart for the shower after finishing my tasty, if not very large meal, and excuse myself from the table.
An hour later, after my thoughts have collected together, I emerge from the corridor in surprising up-to-date clothes, made especially for the cold, and I'm accompanied by the gentleman to the front door.
He opens it for me, and I step outside to see the first glimpse of his home.
It's a large, snow-covered building obscured by the falling snow and the large cave surrounding it, yet it is rather low on the mountain.
Wonder how I didn't notice it...
I say my goodbyes, and he says his, as we exchange a firm, manly handshake, and as I walk away from his home, I hear him call after me.
"Please, visit me again, Mr Reynolds!"
It's been years since that day, and though I've looked for his home on several occasions, I couldn't find it. I told my family about him, and what happened when I got home, and they met me with red-rimmed eyes and hugs a plenty.
The very wintery gentleman lent me his overcoat to remember him by, and I've never worn it since, but it owns a very important place in my wardrobe, and I'm reminded of this tale every time I see it.
I'll find you one day, Mr Wintery Gentleman, and when I do, it'll be great.
TL;DR, he's a very polite and well mannered man who lives in a range cold mountains, and accounts of him are rare, but one is in the story. He also lacks an overcoat because he lent it to the teller of said story.
If you like the skin, or even the story, feel free to diamond it so I have a chance in the competition.
Don't forget that comments, favourites and feedback, are all also well appreciated~. :3
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Story Copyright of Sinisterrrr.
Being a very wintery gentleman, his only moniker is Mr Wintery Gentleman VII.
Few have met him however, so this title is rarely used.
Extremely long story here about him.
I'm not sure how much longer I can hold on. The cold... it seeps into my very bones, numbness is my body's only companion as I say this, and I feel nothing but the cold embrace of the blizzard. I told them we shouldn't have gone hiking this winter, but they insisted.
What was I meant to do, let them come without me? I should have, really. The chill already took them, even though we bundled together, but the cruel icicles hanging from my nose tell me it didn't work. Now their hands remain in mine, and I can't let go.
Not because of emotional attachments, but because I think my hands are frozen solid under the two apparently ineffective pairs of gloves I brought with me.
I'm so cold I can't even sneeze now.
I'm just going to close my eyes for a bit.. maybe a nap would do me well. I think a good, long nap is in order.. I've earned it, lasting this long. My wife will be fine, and my children are strong, my son already imposed on us that he was the man of the house.. I'm sure he'll live up to that..
And as I close my eyes, I feel the comforting darkness of sleep take me, slowly creeping into my body, like the soft slime in a lava lamp, and my loved ones tell me a nap would be a good idea too..
I'm coming, guys, just hold on for me.
"Hold on, good chap! I shan't let any others perish on my prized, unforgiving estate! Mr Yeti, my good sir, I do request that you fetch this young man's friends and take them back to the building, and see if you can do anything about their unfortunate condition!"
The voice is unfamiliar, but it's annoying me. I just want to sleep, why is this stranger trying to wake me up? I can't even see him, my eyes have frozen over. It's actually really uncomfortable.
"Excuse me! I said hold on. No sleeping. Cease resting and come with me, stranger."
There's the voice again..
I can't even move, why is he asking me to come wit-
Hang on, I suddenly feel like I'm being lifted up, but maybe I'm just dreaming. The unusual noise of silk rubbing against the cheap material of my waterproof coat makes me wonder what's going on, because the last time I heard that noise, I was a child.
My rich uncle had came over for Christmas dinner and hugged me after I had came in from playing in the snow, wearing a very similar coat..
Oh well.. time to sleep again. I feel warmer somehow, however, yet I still can't feel my body..
I can try snoozing anyway. Not even my kids could stop me from taking a nap, so why should this random guy?
"Cold chap, please refrain from sleeping within the arms of a gentleman such as I! It's most uncouth and a display of poor manners!"
What even is he even going on about.. I have no idea nor do I care..
I pass out once again, his refined tone becoming nothing but whispers in the wind, and I succumb to the inky darkness of sleep.
Yet the next time I woke up, I woke up. Somehow.
And I could finally see, but what I saw was unexpected. It was a painted ceiling, with some form of portrait.
I finally edge my way up the pillow with difficulty, I still feel stiff. But at least I can feel my fingers, and the soft satin covers under them were more surprising than the decorative ceiling.
Looking around, I notice formal decoration within the room, and across the sheets appears to be a regal silk overcoat, complete with gold buttons and red satin interior.
Weird, considering how cold it was, maybe this is what I heard?
I take a glance to my left, and notice an ornate bedside table made of what I could only think of as pure mahogany.
A small note lies written on top of it, addressed to a "Sir. Chilly Stranger".
Hmm..
I reach over to it, and slowly pick it up, straining my now-functional eyes to read the ridiculously fancy writing laid on it.
Dear Sir. Chilly Stranger,
I myself found you outside in the cold, and being a gentleman, one could not leave you outside. You currently reside within the East wing of the abode of yours truly. When you regain consciousness, whenever that may be, I politely request that you provide me with your company, within the central lobby, if you would.
Yours most sincerely,
A very wintery gentleman.
Huhhhh.. too formal for my blood.
Oh well. He saved me I suppose, may as well go see who it was.
On the back of a masterfully-designed chair positioned carefully beside the bedside table, some excessively formal clothes that look as if they would cost a lot are laid out, but I feel bad about needing to wear them.
But not having any clothes on for some reason, I feel as though I should put them on.
At first they briefly itch, but I eventually get used to it and they turn out to be fairly comfortable.
My legs wobble under my weight, I can't really remember how to walk, but I do it anyway.
Man am I hungry..
As I reach the door, even the crystalline glass doorknob makes me feel out of place, but with a twist the wonderfully carved door opens without a sound, and I enter the hallway.
Portraits.. portraits everywhere, how did I not expect this.
I stumble down the hallway, the oak floor cold beneath my bare feet.
It reminds me of home, only colder.
I think I'm going the right way, because the room at the end of the corridor is colossal in size, and leaves me fairly breathless. In the middle of the room lies a table that looks as if it was fit for a banquet, with more decorative chairs and a lacy tablecloth that would belong in a palace.
Too.. much.. fanciness.. hnnnnnng.
My thoughts are interrupted by the same voice that tried to stop me having a nap.
"Ahhhh! Frosty gentleman!"
I flinch, caught unawares, and turn to the sound of the voice.
Sitting up in a luxurious, comfy-looking armchair, is a furry man. I don't mean furry as in well-bearded, I mean he was literally covered in a thin layer of blue-white hair. Weird.
"Yes, hello! Please come down the stairs if you will."
Doing as I was asked, I steadily make my way down the rugged stairs, my feet sinking into the luxurious fabric. The rug continues into the room, before ending at the door on the other end, and I'm forced to abandon the streak of pure comfort and approach the blue man, who has already stood up and is offering his hand.
It's covered in fur as well, and each finger ends in a dark, clawed nail, which looks non-threatening, however.
Being a stickler for manners- SINCE WHEN? - I take his hand. It's a firm, manly shake, but it's a welcoming one at that.
"How are you, young chap? One assumes you rested well? There were a few touch-and-go moments, I'm afraid, but you're conscious now, I assume."
He's addressing me like an distant uncle or something.
"I'm uh.. I'm ok, thanks. I feel kind of woozy though, how long was I out?"
He retrieves a small, golden pocketwatch from his waistcoat pocket, and looks at it carefully for a moment or two, before looking back up once again.
"As of this moment, you were unconscious for precisely three hundred and twenty two hours, with the addition of 14 minutes. So one must assume you rested well, otherwise you would have woken up from your slumber, correct?"
322 HOURS?! That's.. that's.. um.. 13 days?
"Woah. That's.. that's quite a while I think," I said. Boy did I sound stupid, but I couldn't think of what else to say.
"It is but a small moment in the course of time. One can be certain it caused you no great harm," was his response, eloquently worded just so that I could feel bad. "Would you care for a fig fruit? They are rather fresh."
Reaching over into a glass fruit bowl, the gentleman holds out a medium-sized purple fruit, and I instinctively take it.
"Thank you," I say, and take a bite out of it. My stomach growls with the ferocity of 20 lions, and I realise I literally haven't eaten in almost two weeks. It must have been loud, too, because even the blue guy jumped a little.
"My my! It appears that either your gut is a beast, or the Yetis have once again fallen out of each other's favour. It's rather difficult to find decent help these days. The food laid out on the table was for you, were you not aware of this?"
He nods to the direction of the banquet table, and as we walk over to it he pulls out a comfortable chair for me, and then takes a seat of his own.
Unexpectedly, there is no prayer for the food, and instead we tuck into our meal. Which spoon is which? Which fork is which? I'm more lost than I was in the snow..
I look up at my host, and decide that the cutlery that he is using would be best to use, to be safe.
The meat was tender, the red wine was divine, and each vegetable was a crisp as the last. The chef must be a master.
Getting comfortable, I move more onto the table, putting an elbow onto the surface-
"Apologies, but could you remove your elbow from the table? It is a poor display of manners and I'd rather not have to clean the surface later."
I was shocked. Not because he said it but because of the speed that he said it at.
"I'm sorry, I didn't realise I was doing it," and once again, I sounded dumb.
I took this time to look him over. Blue, furry skin, as I previously mentioned. But he also had a pair of large curled horns coming from the sides of his head, and a pair of piercing green eyes underneath bushy white eyebrows. Nestling between said horns was a dark top hat with a crimson band running around the base, and it looked really, really fancy.
When he spoke, the fine, bristly moustache surrounding his mouth moved, and it looked refined for a man who lived in the mountains.
"Pardon me, but how is it that you came to be in these mountains? I haven't had a guest in what one could estimate to be a decade."
"I.. uh.. I came here with friends on a skiing trip."
OH GOD. And that's when it hit me.
"Where are my friends?"
"Unfortunately, they passed away, their will didn't appear to be as strong as yours, and thus they were bested by the cold. My sincerest apologies. I did all one could, but I'm afraid it wasn't enough. They are buried within the ice, as is tradition for all who perish in the snow..."
I felt numb, once again. But this time it wasn't because of the temperature.
"I-I had kinda figured.. I think they died before I had that nap," I felt down. I'm glad I had finished my meal, because I don't feel as if I could eat any more.
"Don't feel so down.. excuse me.. I have referred to you as gentleman, prefixed by a random adjective that describes cold up until this point, what is your name?"
"My name is Kane, Kane Renolds.
"Mr Reynolds, I'd ask that you not feel so down, after all, you did survive odds at which no man should have. It truly is a miracle."
The words warmed me slightly, but not by much. My friends were gone.
"And can I ask what your name is?"
"Please refer to me as Sir Wintery Gentleman. Sir Winters for short, if you will. My true name has not been said in so long that one seems to have forgotten it. At least, that is what the others I have saved over the years have called me, and the moniker has become snug."
Suddenly, a loud roar comes from the corridor opposite the one I came in, and I jump. Sir Winters however, doesn't even move. A large, white, and very furry man.. or monkey.. or something, barges out of the entry, and I feel the colour drain for my face.
Was this all a trap so I could be food? What's going to happen to me now?!
I move to get up, but a stern voice tells me to sit back down.
"Relax, Mr Reynolds, he's just a Yeti. They aren't bloodthirsty, malicious creatures like people claim, I hope you're aware. Remember that I mentioned I had Yeti employees earlier in our encounter."
Oh riiiiiight..
"What is it, Mr. Willump? Has Mr. Higgins invaded your personal space once again?"
The Yeti nods.
"Listen, tell him that one will have him removed from this estate if his uncouth actions continue to occur. Understood?"
The Yeti nods again.
"Good. One politely requests that you apologise to the guest that you just frightened, and then excuse yourself from this room."
Again, the Yeti nods, before making his way down the stairs, 3 at a time, and approaches the table sullenly, looking at me, before a deep, quiet voice emerges from him.
"My apologies, sir. My actions were out of order and I was not aware that the master had company, I hope you'll find it in your heart to forgive me."
That was certainly unexpected. I feel deceived by the general populace.
"Don't worry about it, man. No harm done."
And with that, he bows and does indeed excuse himself and exits the way he came, 3 stairs at a time.
After that my host and I talk about our pasts, where we're from, and where we're going, and this goes on for quite some time.
We put down our cutlery, and he looks at me with a sadness only a man who knows loneliness could.
"I have enjoyed your company, I have enjoyed it a lot, but a problem has arisen. You will have been missing from the outside world for what has been almost two whole weeks, now, and that means that people are most likely waiting for you, including your family. And as much as one would like to keep you here, I have no reason to. The blizzard has subsided, fresh clothes have been prepared for you, and you're healthy."
He sighs.
"And that is why I request that you depart. Not for my sake, but for the sake of those close to you. I will miss your company, know this, and I am keeping your old shoes so I can remember you easier, if that is all right with you. Take as long as you like to prepare and relax, after all you're still recovering, but I suggest you leave soon."
Wow... he sounds really down about it. And for some reason I think I'd miss him somehow. He can take my old shoes if that's what he really wants.
"My shoes are yours if you want. It's a shame I've got to go, you've been a refreshing change of company. Mind if I have a shower before I go?"
"Of course not, help yourself. It is within the same corridor that your sleeping quarters resided, please take your time," says the blue gentleman sullenly.
I depart for the shower after finishing my tasty, if not very large meal, and excuse myself from the table.
An hour later, after my thoughts have collected together, I emerge from the corridor in surprising up-to-date clothes, made especially for the cold, and I'm accompanied by the gentleman to the front door.
He opens it for me, and I step outside to see the first glimpse of his home.
It's a large, snow-covered building obscured by the falling snow and the large cave surrounding it, yet it is rather low on the mountain.
Wonder how I didn't notice it...
I say my goodbyes, and he says his, as we exchange a firm, manly handshake, and as I walk away from his home, I hear him call after me.
"Please, visit me again, Mr Reynolds!"
It's been years since that day, and though I've looked for his home on several occasions, I couldn't find it. I told my family about him, and what happened when I got home, and they met me with red-rimmed eyes and hugs a plenty.
The very wintery gentleman lent me his overcoat to remember him by, and I've never worn it since, but it owns a very important place in my wardrobe, and I'm reminded of this tale every time I see it.
I'll find you one day, Mr Wintery Gentleman, and when I do, it'll be great.
TL;DR, he's a very polite and well mannered man who lives in a range cold mountains, and accounts of him are rare, but one is in the story. He also lacks an overcoat because he lent it to the teller of said story.
If you like the skin, or even the story, feel free to diamond it so I have a chance in the competition.
Don't forget that comments, favourites and feedback, are all also well appreciated~. :3
Skin Copyright of Sinisterrrr.
Story Copyright of Sinisterrrr.
| Credit | Everything by Sinisterrrr, no additional credit required. |
| Gender | Male |
| Model | Steve |
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1 Update Logs
Fixed the underside of limbs. : by Sinisterrrr 05/10/2013 8:30:36 pmMay 10th, 2013
What the title says.
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